Ethan and Inzo took the different nearest exits of the hospital. They separated and looked at every possible place that Izzabelle could have gone to. The two had been roaming around not sparing any area looking all too desperate.
“Sh*t!” Ethan began to curse endlessly. Had he been informed that his woman would be that emotional, he might have the idea of tying her in his waist so he could make sure that she was safe all the time.
He had heard a lot about depressions. A lot of individuals were suffering from it. Most were women and there’s men too. What he recalled in his memories was making him shiver in pure fear.
Those women who were diagnosed in that emotional wreck would jump off their ass on high buildings or worst cut their wrists. T
Izzabelle managed to sneak out of the mansion premises using her superbike. Her title as The Shadow matched her character very well. It was pretty impressive! When Inzo ran to his ward to have a check on Marcaila, she went to the botanical garden to fix her scattered emotions. Her mother's words and Eve’s words were sinking into her head repeatedly. Right there and then she felt extremely depressed. Her heart was freakingly bleeding. Those words were like sharp knives slicing every part of her insides. The wild knots of her depressions which she manage to tame during her training was back to their original places trying to smash every confidence she had tried to compiled. The loss of her family members did hurt her big deal as well as Ethan’s disappea
A few minutes later...Izzabelle was forthwith in the corner of the arena after her immediate registration. She was still wearing her black rider suit with a black cloak covering her eyes. Her hair was tied up into a tight bun under her hood. She looked all too mysterious just like her codename had stated in silence.She stretched out her arms and limbs lazily like she was just doing a morning routine exercise with her feet covered in her black combat shoes. She jumped up lightly a few times and twisted her neck obtaining loud cracks of her nape.Her clenching veins started to heat up. Her blood extremely boils in so much excitement! Her adrenaline rush kicked in. Her heart hammered violently inside her chest. She was ready! Freakingly ready to achieve her o
“Ouch...” Izzabelle couldn't help but winced slightly in pain as the female nurse put a hard push of her cotton balls into her wound. She glared at the female nurse snappily then, like it was the latter’s fault that she got wounded. “S-sorry...” the female nurse mumbled apologetically and proceeded to clean her patient’s wounded arm. She seemed to be scared when her eyes happened to meet Izzabelle’s frosty hazel pair.Earlier when she finished her first match. She felt utterly dissatisfied with the outcome that she just won the round without even having any scratch or sweat. She swept her hazel eyes around the arena trying to find someone who could satisfy her intense craving for a fierce fight while her dagger was rolling up and down on her hand.
That's how she ended up in the small clinic which is currently employing an arrogant and annoying nurse.“Do you always treat your walk-in patients without respect?” Izzabelle glared at the female nurse as she questioned. In her careful calculation, the latter must be a few years younger than her. How dare this woman disrespect her?“What? Do you want some respect from me? You must be fucking dreaming... You're just a mere wounded woman who happens to pass by. Who knows if you were a runaway criminal?” the nurse continues to mock her while damping rudely at her long wound with some more betadine ointment.Izzabelle’s gaze turned sharper as she heard the nurse’s annoying and disrespectful remarks! How dare she looked at her
“Please... Please don't...” The female nurse started to tremble in fear while standing behind the male doctor. She seemed to be under some kind of possession that she could able to shift her moods in just a few batts of her eyelash! Seeing her arrogant employer being stabbed in the middle of his hand, and thinking that it was strongly glued in the table, her demeanor began to show a sheer panic and horrified expression on her not-so-beautiful face. Her smugness had vanished into thin air! “Please..? Did you just begged?” Izzabelle chuckled humorously as she was amused at the nurse's shifting behavior. “I begged to have my wound stitched, right? But you declined me... Why is that? Was it because I looked like a low-level person in your eyes?” She taunted amusingly.
Izzabelle glared at the nurse student as she awaited the latter's delayed response. “What?! Aren't you too noisy earlier? Why aren't you talking now?” She hissed angrily. “I... I'm sorry, Ma’am.” She lowered her head as she gave out her apology. She fidgeted her fingers looking a bit hesitant to open up. “Spill!” Izzabelle commanded sternly. She kept on facing back and forth feeling uncomfortable with her long horizontal wound. She felt it swelling already but she ignored it as she has something to settle accounts first and foremost! She wouldn't die because of it anyway... “C-can I stitch your wound first? Your bleeding...” the young woman muttered lowly. “No need. I don't need your
“We missed you too, sister...” the young boy mumbled happily in between his sister’s arms nuzzling his little face into Laurena’s shoulder.Izzabelle watched the lovely scene unfold under her eyes. She admired Lauren's close bond with her brother. They had the bond that she and Inzo had... The sibling’s amazing bond!“Sister, whose this pretty woman?” Louie asked with his eyes sparkling with so much awe. He separated himself from Laurena’s arms and approached Izzabelle who gave out her charming smile at the little kid.Izzabelle crouched down her body to level their heights. She smiled at the young boy and ruffled his dark short hair with her right hand. “Hello, Louie... I'm Izzabelle Smith, but you can c
Inzo stood frozen on his spot as he took Ethan’s words sinking into his head. “W-what kind of arena was that, brother?” he asked widening his hazel eyes which filled with curiosity. He looked rather baffled and dumbfounded. “It was also known as the arena of death... The arena that looks similar to a huge cage wherein two persons are held to fight like wild animals for their life. The cage won't open until there's not a single individual declared as the winner.” Ethan explained helplessly keeping his pace back and forth. The three words — ‘arena of death’ made him shiver unconsciously. He was afraid of losing his beloved woman for that irrelevant fight! Endless fears were creeping the hell out of him! He couldn't help but feel anxious while waiting for Izza’s arrival.